“What we do is your decision, my mate. You lead, and I will follow,” he says in a gruff voice, dipping his head like he were bowing down to me.
The sharp spike I feel in my chest at being given the responsibility of this choice hits me instantly. But it is soothed somewhat by… just Zyntarr being Zyntarr. “I want you to touch me,” I repeat. “I want you to make me… uh… I want you to-”
Zyn steps forward, the water swishing around the delicious cut of his hips. “Will you grant me the honor of allowing me to play with your cunt, little Bea?” he asks, saving me completely from having to say the words out loud.
I blush deeply, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip. Trust a Trixikka to phrase it like that. I nod my head, though, because I want thatverymuch.
“You will have to show me how to perform the act properly,” he says, holding out his palm. I blink at his offering, and then up to his uncovered eye. “Use my hand how you wish, I am quick to learn,” he tells me, jerking his chin.
It takes a couple of seconds for my brain to compute what he’s asking me to do, but soon, I’m reaching for his wrist and guiding his huge, rough hand back down to cup my sensitive pussy again. Zyntarr watches my every movement intently, hisgood eye flicking up to my face and then back down to where I press him more securely to me. For a while, I just move his hand so that he’s stroking me -feeling me. The guy has never seen a woman’s private parts before and I guess I’m trying to help sate his curiosity - while biding myself some time to think about how I want this to go. I’m inexperienced, but no stranger to masturbation, and getting myself off. Letting someone else do it is somewhat new to me, though. And the feeling of it being his hand and not mine is sending blissful tingles of tension all throughout my body.
It’s a little intense - standing here, face-to-face while I guide his fingers to explore my most intimate area. But, that intensity is also thrilling. I feel like the sky could rain down gum drops, and all the creatures of the jungle could start singing showtunes, and still Zyntarr wouldn’t take his eye off of me. I even love that his skin-stars are buzzing around his temples, showing that he’s thinking, he’s memorizing, he’s learning - learningme.
I guide his thick fingers to brush over my clit again because it feels insanely good. “You enjoy that part,” Zyntarr says, his voice low and quiet. “Each time you guide my touch to the apex of your cunt, you suck in a breath or your eyes flutter shut.
Do they? I hadn’t noticed that I’d been doing that.
One corner of Zyn’s mouth tilts upward. “You human females are harder to read since you do not possess skin-stars, wings to flair or a tail to flick. But I have spent a long time watching you with my good eye, little Bea. I am confident that I can tell when you like something.” He then starts to concentrate a circular stroke centering right on my clit again, making me moan out loud. I keep my hand over his, but I’m no longer guiding him. “I will continue to learn you, my mate,” he rasps. “For as long as it takes.”
I feel my brows knit together but my eyes are closed, almost completely lost to the sensation of Zyntarr’s fingers playing melike an instrument that was made just for him. “As long as it takes to what?”
“Until I know you like I know my own feathers… my own stars,” he tugs me even closer by his tail wrapped around my ankle. “Until you are so much a part of me, and I you, that everyone - my tribe, the Goddesses,you- see us as one.”
I’m so close to him now, I have to brace myself on his huge chest - all while he keeps rubbing, and rubbing, and rubbing in purposefully delicious circles in the right spot. “Zyntarr,” I whisper. “Keep going. Just like that.”
And he does. He keeps going when I rest my forehead against his chest, when I start to move my hips, grinding down on his hand, and when I can’t help but dig my fingers into his flesh as if I’d get swept away by the river if I didn’t.
When I come, I come with a cry as I bury my face into Zyntarr’s huge frame. My whole body feels pleasantly numb, and everything around me seems divine. The river water stroking my skin as it glides by, the cool night air above us, and Zyntarr…being Zyntarr -all of it is justheavenly.
I’m still in a daze when he murmurs low in my ear that that was the‘the best experience of his existence’. And I’m inclined to agree with him. I’ve never had someone else get me off before. I honestly thought it would never happen.
But Zyntarr made it happen.
I’m still a little fuzzy from the orgasm when I melt completely into him. He, of course, is able to support my weight, and I find myself almost nuzzling into him as he asks permission to wash my body. Sleepily, I grant it, loving the way he scoops up water to gently rinse the day from my skin.
The next thing I know, we’re back in his nest. I must have dozed off in his arms back at the river at some point, and he must have carried me back here. Faintly, the voice in my head whispers about how dangerous this all is and how stupid I wasto let my guard down. But my head is currently propped on Zyntarr’s chest, and right in front of me are those almost-there heart-stars. I place a palm over them, loving how they pulse, and how other skin-stars race to try and meet my touch.
I’m going to prove that voice wrong.
Chapter 12 - Zyntarr
It had been very difficult to leave my nest this morn, what with Bea -my female- still tucked up inside it. Never have I lamented the rise of the twin suns in all of my life. But, this day, they had signaled for me to rise, and leave her sleepy breaths, her soft warmth, and her closeness. Gently, I had extracted myself from her delicate limbs, and dragged myself away from the sight of her so comfortable in my nest -our nest.
I shake my head. Only the Goddesses know how I am to function when there is such a thing waiting for me back at my hut.
“It’s early,” Ah-Lanah claims as she stands in the entryway of hers and Second Spear Mavyx’s hut, little Nova propped on her generous female hip. “What can I help you with, Zyntarr?”
“I touched Bea’s cunt this last night.”
There is a moment or two where Ah-Lanah halts all movement like she’d just been unlucky enough to suffer a bite from a stone-fly - so called, because of their venom’s ability to turn even the biggest of Trixikka males to stone temporarily. This is so that they might burrow into their victim’s skin to lay their eggs undisturbed. Thankfully, Ah-Lanah’s eyes screw shut, and her brow creases, chasing away any fears I might have of stone-fly bites. “Wh-… uh-…” she shakes her head like she needs to bounce my words around in her mind before they make sense to her.
“I said, I touched Bea’s cun-”
“Shh!” Ah-Lanah interrupts, cradling little Nova’s head, her one hand covering the human youngling’s ear as best she can. “I heard you the first time, I-… what happened to ‘hello and good morning?’ You can’t just launch into it like that.”
I bow my head in apology. Humans have many ways that we Trixikka are still learning. Some of them have made sense to me when they are explained. Some, make no sense at all. “You asked what you can do to help,” I clarified. “I am here to learn how to properly please Bea’s cunt.”
“Perhaps I could aid with this teaching?” Second Spear Mavyx says, emerging from the dim of their hut. He takes his daughter from his mate’s arms and starts to bounce the tiny female in a rhythmic fashion that she apparently approves of. “I am getting to be rather skilled at the sacred act of cunt-pleasing, am I not?”
